The dark hair and dark eyes made her think of a Brontë-hero, Heathcliff or Rochester, she wasn't sure.

He spread out in his chair like a melting shard of Swiss cheese and informed us: “The only lies I’ll ever tell are: ‘I won’t come in your mouth’ and ‘I’ll just rub it around your ass.’” It wasn’t a pretty visual.

A lot have been said about the road to success but one thing is sure, it is not an easy route.

What has shaken me is not that you lied to me, but that I no longer believe you.

Written By Friedrich Nietzsche

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